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I hold a crystal in my hand Absentmindedly turning it with the tips of my fingers Watching the light from the window break amethyst into seven Colors bounce off the walls Into my hair and yours Onto our cheeks Our legs, our feet And we are moved by the rhythm of color
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
Seven
I hold a crystal in my hand Absentmindedly turning it with the tips of my fingers Watching the light from the window break amethyst into seven Colors bounce off the walls Into my hair and yours Onto our cheeks Our legs, our feet And we are moved by the rhythm of color
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samantha-goodman
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
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